Graverobber Undone

A/N: I'm still trying to decide if this is completely done or not. Review me and let me know what you think. Also, when I lost my virginity, it didn't hurt too much and I didn't bleed, so I tranferred that to Shilo. And AFF hates OpenOffice indentations.

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She'd been out again, talking to her mother's gravestone, trying not to look at the newer addition to the mausoleum. Shilo still would rather not face the fact that her father was dead and it was largely her fault. She was still working on getting the rights to Mag's body, hoping that she could reunite her mother with her best friend.

Shilo was cold when she came back into the house, so large in its emptiness. She silently patted herself on the back for remembering to leave the heat on when she left. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms to speed the warming process. The clunk of her boots on the grand staircase was loud to her own ears as she slowly made her way up to her room.

Shortly after the showdown at Mag's last concert, Shilo had torn her room apart in a fit of rage and unbridled rebellion against an authority which no longer existed. She'd burned her wig collection, torn the plastic curtains off her bed, and tossed the machines out the window. She'd broken the locks off all but the front door and her father's bedroom, then sat in the hallway and cried for hours. Shortly after her mayhem had been wrought, she started experiencing withdrawals from the drugs her father had been feeding her for seventeen years. Those months were torture, but Shilo had come out on top in the end. She was eighteen now, hale and hearty, but she continued to go out only at night to avoid any leftover media obsession. Amber Sweet called her every now and then, just to check on her, and a rather large check in Rotti Largo's name was deposited in a bank account Shilo had established after the opera fiasco, once a month, without fail. Shilo suspected that it was nothing more than the money Amber had once spent on black market Zydrate, rerouted to the girl who had almost taken everything from her, so she could get off of the stuff. Apparently, the stuck-up heiress had sort of adopted Shilo as a younger sister.

Shilo was only thinking about a hot shower and a warm bed when she opened the door to her room, which was why she didn't notice the intruder for a moment. In fact, it wasn't until she was standing in nothing but her underwear and looking for the towel she'd tossed on the floor the night previous that she saw him. Sprawled on her bed fully clothed, his eyebrow raised and an appreciative smirk on his face as he watched her undress, lay the Graverobber. He must've expected her to scream, or something equally girly and embarrassing, because he looked utterly surprised when she snorted at him. “You're filthy. When was the last time you had a proper bath? Hell, when was the last time you washed your clothes?” she demanded, walking over to the bed and grabbing his arm.

The Graverobber blinked at her for a moment. “Wait, you're not gonna ask me how I got in or why I'm here?” he asked, sounding almost insulted. Shilo shook her head. “Doesn't matter.” She tugged on his arm. “Get up.”

“Wh-?”

“Just do it.”

“Fine, fine, I'm getting!” The Graverobber stood, towering over Shilo ever so slightly. He leered down at her like the pervert he was, but she ignored him. Instead, she deftly undid the various buttons and fastenings that held the rags the Graverobber wore in a shape resembling that of clothing. He tried to touch her, but she batted his hands away, focused on her task. When the last button slipped its loop, the whole mess fell to the floor with a soft thump from the weight of their filth. Standing naked before Shilo, he didn't know whether he should be embarrassed or turned on. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but was silenced when she abruptly took hold of his wrist and dragged him into the bathroom adjoining her bedroom, where she shoved him onto the toilet and told him to stay put.

Graverobber looked around at the doctor's-salary opulence of the en suite bathroom while Shilo fiddled with the tub. He had just glanced over at the view presented by Shilo leaning over the edge of the tub when she stood and turned to him. “Are you gonna get in by yourself or am I gonna have to force you?” she demanded, hands on her hips. He stood up and crossed his arms over his chest. “Little girl, you're not nearly strong enough to force me to do something I don't want to do,” he stated flatly. She raised an eyebrow at him. “Who said I'd need strength to force you?” she purred. A shiver ran down the Graverobber's spine at that tone. In spite of the fact that he'd like to see her idea of coercion, he found his feet carrying him toward the bathtub obediently.

The bathwater was warm, something Graverobber hadn't been in a very long time. Shilo climbed in behind him, armed with a soft washcloth and a bar of soap, and went to work scrubbing the grime off of him. Despite his initial show of reluctance, the Graverobber found himself quite enjoying his bath, as well as the attention Shilo was giving his body. She was very thorough with that washcloth of hers. When she was satisfied that she could find no more dirt on his back, she swam around in front of him and started again.

By all rights, he shouldn't be getting turned on. She was treating him like a child though she was barely more than a child herself, but the fact that she cared enough to bathe him touched him in a deep place that he'd forgotten even existed.

When they were both as clean as they were going to get, Shilo stood up in the bathtub, putting the Graverobber at eye level with her ass, and drained the now murky water from the tub. He wanted to touch her, but he was a little afraid she'd smack his hands away again. Instead, he stayed sitting in the empty tub and watched as she climbed out and rubbed herself dry with a towel. When she was done, she turned back to him and offered him her towel. He rose tentatively from the tub and accepted the soft black towel. She then turned, picked up her underwear, and headed back into the other room.

He couldn't help himself. As soon as she turned her back to him, he pressed the towel to his face and breathed in her scent. There was the typical damp terrycloth smell, laced with lavender from the soap she'd used and the detergent she washed things in, but underneath was the smell of pure, untouched female, a smell he'd never had a whiff of in all his years. Every woman who came across the Graverobber's path was a junkie, a slut, or both. The pure ones tended to avoid him. But Shilo... She was as pure and untouched as they came and, God help her, she intrigued him. They sought each other out, however unconsciously.

Graverobber reluctantly patted himself dry and wandered out into the bedroom, the towel still clutched in his hands. When he emerged, his ratty clothes were gone and Shilo was poking at something in the fireplace. His clothes! Eh, but they hadn't been much anyway. He could always steal more off a dead guy later.

“You really should lock your window when you go out. You're just begging to be robbed,” Graverobber said, sitting down on the edge of Shilo's bed. She glanced over her shoulder. “Is that how you got in?” He tossed the towel toward a pile of what looked like Shilo's pajamas and slumped back onto the bed, his hands pillowing his head. “Well, you're just lucky I happened to be in the neighborhood and noticed your window standing open before some thief did,” he countered, avoiding her question. He couldn't see her from this angle, so he assumed she was still poking at his burning clothes. He was vaguely startled when she flopped on the bed next to him. “You were trolling for Zydrate down in the graveyard and got caught, didn't you?” she asked him, dragging a slender finger up his chest. His dick twitched the slightest bit at the sensation. He eyed her warily, trying to see if she'd noticed. “Actually, no. I kind of wanted to see you. Yes, the firing squad was patrolling the neighborhood and chased me around a bit, but I was loitering for perfectly innocent reasons,” he stated, not quite calmly. She was tracing patterns on his skin with her fingertips, and his body was reacting. Despite himself, he didn't want to scare her by getting hard, but he couldn't help it with her teasing him like that!

He looked over at her, tried to see her face, but she was watching her fingers. She looked so innocent. He wanted to bask in her innocence and show her the things her father had tried to protect her from. He wanted to roll her over and ravage her like a wild animal. His synapses fired wildly, filling his mind with images of what he wanted to do to her. He couldn't stop himself. He groaned, his eyes still on her face, and his cock twitched violently, now fully erect. She looked up at him, her dark eyes meeting his, and gasped at the naked desire in his gaze. He slowly raised his hand and gently brushed her cheek, the gentlest he had ever been to anyone. To his utter surprise, she leaned into his touch. She was never what he expected her to be.

“May I?” he asked softly, his gravelly baritone rumbling in his chest. His eyes were fixed on her lips, those unintentionally sultry things. She nodded just the tiniest bit, her lips parting a hair in anticipation. When their lips met, his breath caught in his throat. She was so soft, so perfect, so new. And she tasted so good! He kissed her deeply, passionately, as many ways as he could think of. She rolled toward him, pressing her body against his and losing a hand in the wild tangle of his hair. He danced a fingertip down her side and rested his hand on her hip, not wanting to push her farther than she was willing to go. Shilo moaned wantonly and writhed against him, greedy.

He rolled her over onto her back and pinned her wrists above her head. “How far can I push you?” he asked, grazing his lower lip over her jaw and kissing her neck. “At what point will you start to hate me for the things I do to you? When is the jig up and I wake up to find this was just a dream?” He paused to nip at the top of a breast. “God, kid, I don't know what it is about you, but you bring out the gentleman in me. It's hard to be a gentleman when every fiber of my being is screaming for you. Taste you, touch you, sully you.” He latched onto a nipple, momentarily distracting himself from his tirade as he elicited the most delicious little noises from the young woman beneath him. “You scrub me clean, then crave my filth.” He looked down at her, into her dark eyes that had witnessed nearly as many horrible things in the space of a few days as his own had in a few years. “God, Shilo, I don't want to hurt you.” He kissed her gently on the mouth. “You've been hurt enough already.” He laid his forehead against hers for a moment, then got up. He stood still, staring at her, then turned toward the open window.

He almost didn't hear her. “Don't leave me,” she said, her voice small. He glanced over his shoulder. She was curled into herself, hugging her knees. He couldn't see her face, but he knew there were tears in those eyes and it hurt to think he'd put them there. He closed the window and latched it, then drew the curtains closed. “I'm not going anywhere, Shilo, I'm just trying to get control of myself. Like I said, I don't want to hurt you,” he said. He stalked back across the room like a hungry predator cornering his prey. To her credit, Shilo didn't back up until he was nearly on top of her.

“A girl's first time is always painful, it's unavoidable. But I won't cause you more pain than I need to by letting the animal within loose. I have to control myself, and you make that so hard,” he growled, crawling toward her across the mattress. “If I don't make this perfect for you, I'll hate myself, so just bear with me,” the Graverobber plead. Shilo reached out a hand and caressed his cheek. He leaned his face into her hand for a breath, then crawled forward so he could kiss her.

Her fingers twined in his hair again as he kissed a line down her jaw to her ear. He smiled against her skin when he found a spot that made her gasp. There was something about her inexperience that made this more fun than usual for him. After a moment, he kissed his way down her throat to tease her collarbone. This nearly proved to be his undoing. When he ran his tongue along her collarbone, she gasped and arched, tugging a handful of his hair. Like a chain reaction, he groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. It took an inordinate amount of time to rein himself in enough to continue. “Don't...do that unless you want me to lose my mind, kid,” he gasped, resting his forehead against her shoulder.

Once he was as collected as he was gonna get, he continued his exploration of Shilo's body, moving down her shoulder to her breast. He laid a soft kiss on the upper swell of her breast before circling her nipple with his tongue. Shilo shuddered and gasped beneath him, running her hands all through his hair, careful not to pull again. The Graverobber carefully lowered himself to lie next to her, taking the stress off his shoulders and freeing his hands for more carnal pursuits. He pinched and rolled one nipple between his fingers as he sucked the other into his mouth. Shilo made the most interesting noises, Graverobber noted. Mewling, moaning, gasping, sobbing, all with a tinge of wonder, like she didn't know her body could feel this way. Which, on closer inspection, actually made sense, considering her recent captivity.

He mouthed his way down Shilo's chest, pausing at her navel to tease it gently with the tip of his tongue. She giggled, shaky and breathy with lust. Graverobber smiled up at her. “Ticklish?” he asked. She smirked at him, her eyes burning. “Maybe...” God. How she made that one word sound so seductive was beyond him, but it made him falter just the slightest bit. She held his gaze for a long moment. It felt like she was staring into his soul. “Shilo...” he breathed and moved up to kiss her again. There was a hungry quality to the kiss; they were both getting impatient with the slowness of the whole thing. When he moved back down her body, he seized her thighs and wrenched them wide, the dark light of lust painting everything a hazy red. His face was buried in her folds, his tongue teasing her entrance, before he got his momentary frenzy under control. Damn this girl. But she was delicious, sweet and pure, like spun sugar. He couldn't get enough.

He forced himself to stop before he became addicted to that secret flavor. She wouldn't appreciate him getting so caught up in the taste that they never got anywhere. Not to mention the persistent ache in his cock that was dangerously close to becoming blue balls. He crawled back up her body and kissed her. She wound her hands in his hair again and tugged his head back so she could kiss his Adam's apple. He groaned appreciatively. “I take it you're ready, kid?” he grunted when she eased her hold a little. She traced one of his eyebrows with a fingertip. “You have no idea,” she whispered. He kissed her gently as he shifted over to position himself between her thighs.

He paused a moment after lining up the head of his cock with her entrance. “Are you absolutely sure about this, kid? This is the point of no return; if I go now, there'll be no stopping till we're both over the moon and gone. Understand?” he asked her, barely able to restrain himself. Shilo reached for his hands and entwined their fingers. “I trust you,” she breathed. “You shouldn't.” “I do,” she insisted. He held her gaze for a moment, reading the abject sincerity in those dark orbs. “Promise me you won't hate me for this later,” he plead, his voice still strong. There, she could see it. He was lonely too.

She didn't say anything, just inclined her head and waited. Before he could talk himself out of it, he thrust forward until he was fully sheathed in Shilo's wet heat, breaking through her hymen and stopping, watching her face. Her eyes widened and she gasped, but it hadn't actually hurt all that much. No worse than a shot, just in an odd place. Like when you broke an elastic band while it was against your skin; sharp, but quickly forgotten. No, it was that delicious friction that made her gasp. It was one of those surprising details that no one had ever seemed able to adequately describe in even the most pornographic of novels. “Oh, wow...” she breathed, her voice filled with rapture. The Graverobber gave her a funny look. “You okay, kid?” he asked. She nodded. “Just do that again.”

Graverobber pulled back nearly all the way and slammed back in. They both groaned at nearly the same time. “Oh god...” he breathed. She squeezed one of his hands, causing him to look up. Her eyes were clouded with lust and need. “Go nuts.”

Those two words were like a knife, severing his mind from his body. A red haze of unbridled lust clouded his vision to the point that all he could see was Shilo's face, her expressions, her reactions. He thrust erratically, not sticking with any specific rhythm for long. He was vaguely aware that he was grunting and growling like an animal in heat, kissing and biting and saying some rather nasty things that he'd probably regret later. Shilo didn't seem to care though. She was writhing and moaning, repeating his name over and over, demanding more, harder, faster. All through the madness, they desperately clung to each other's hands, never once letting go. In the end, they were swept over the edge together, into a heavenly abyss neither of them could ever have imagined.

The Graverobber collapsed across Shilo, exhausted. He couldn't even think about moving, not even to pull out. “God's hairy left nut,” Shilo whispered between pants. Graverobber couldn't help the laughter that welled up at that. “I didn't know you knew how to curse, little one,” he managed after a moment. She rolled her head to look at him, her eyes still a hair glassy with the aftershocks of orgasm. “I've been waiting most of my life for an excuse as good as this,” she said matter-of-factly. “Should I take that as a compliment?” Graverobber asked her, still laughing. She stretched up so she could kiss him. “Of course. It means you're special,” she explained, her lips moving against his.

He grunted and rolled off of her, easing onto his back. God, a soft bed felt nice. Of course, a couch would feel nice after sleeping on tombs, fire escapes, and dumpster lids for years. Hell, thanks to Amber, he'd spent the night inside a dumpster once or twice.

He snapped out of his thoughts when Shilo curled up to his side and propped herself up on her elbow to look at him. “You're a beautiful man, my Graverobber,” she told him, her eyes glittering with an emotion for which she had no name. He had no response, his mind was blank. All he could do was look at her and wait for something to happen. “You may not like what I'm going to say next. You may tell me I'm crazy. You may try to convince me that I'm wrong, but I know this now. Absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt.” She was playing with a strand of his hair now, not looking him in the eye. “I have to say it, though, before you wander off and I don't see you for days again.” Now she was looking at him again. Some unattached part of Graverobber's mind remarked on how good afterglow looked on her. Another part of his brain told the rogue bit to shut up, this was important.

“Graverobber mine, I think I love you.”

He couldn't think, he couldn't breathe, but he could move. He flipped her over onto her back and pinned her wrists on either side of her head. “I'd accuse you of joking with me, but I don't think you're capable. I could tell you that I'm too dangerous, but I'm not sure you'd believe me. God help me, you intrigue me. I'm not sure if what I feel for you could even remotely be called love, but then I'm not the best authority on the emotion, so for all I know, it could be. If you want to give us a try and see how it turns out, that's fine, but let's leave out the naming emotions until both of us know what the hell we're doing. You're inexperienced. I'm too experienced, but with the wrong things. Sure, I've fucked too many people to count, but I've never done the relationship thing. Not once. I'm just as likely to mess this up as you are, probably more so. If you want to love me, you have to know what you're getting into.” Somehow, during his tirade, Graverobber found himself kissing her, mouthing every part of her body he could reach in his position. He just...couldn't...stop...touching her. Maybe he did love her. He certainly worshiped her. He could imagine himself coming to her whenever he needed to blow off steam. Hell, he could imagine himself sleeping in this goddamn soft bed every day after his harvest and sale hours were spent. It was ridiculous, but it made sense.

He sat back on his heels, pulling Shilo up with him. “Shut up. I love you too,” he said, and kissed her.